(He knows she has powers, she doesn't want people to know about Noah's/start asking questions where she got powerful abilities from)

A miscarriage?repeated Pippa with a questioning tone. There was no way that was right.. She also felt a feeling of guilt wash over her because she knew that her father clearly didn't enjoy discussing that.But that doesn't make sense..

It's impossible, he muttered, though he didn't sound entirely certain. He'd just remembered the abilities. All he'd really seen was speed, from his wife and both of his daughters. But what else was possible?

Pippy paused awkwardly in the conversation for a moment - she had never enjoyed discussing abilities with her father, it oddly reminded her of the sex talk she had received again and again throughout her childhood.Saph.. her power is speed, though - well speed and agility.And reflexes and strength and health, she added mentally.

He frowned, trying to work it out. He didn't think he or his wife had ever even known others with powers, outside the family. And like he'd said, they had all been linked to speed. Nothing which could explain this. Someone would have had to have taken her, changed their memories to make them both think she'd miscarried months before. Probably changed the memories of the mother who'd raised her, too. Pippa had said half-sister. And that was another thing which was confusing him. How had the DNA test they'd apparently had done come up with half siblings? If she was their lost child, they should be full.

I don't know what happened, he admitted at last, as the silence stretched out and he began to find it awkward. It was only then, as he spoke, that he realised that he'd already accepted this older sister Pippa claimed.

Whistling, a man in a small apartment turned up the radio as skillfully as he could with his elbow. He couldn't use his hands because they were covered in blood. He went to the kitchen sink and began to wash himself clean. The garbage disposal unit had just finished disposing of an unknown meat. He washed his butchers' knife next and ran the water until all red was cleared.

Now humming, he went through to a small living room, stepping over plastic sheeting keeping a pile of bloodied clothes from the carpet. The killer picked up a file from a table and flicked through until he came to a page with a photograph. He smiled and closed his eyes. As he breathed out, the body under his clothes began to change, from the end of his limbs to his head. Within moments, a new face looked down at the file, matching the man in the picture. The killer smirked. On to the next...